Darkness at Blacklands is scary.

This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me.

Nothing will be resolved here. Nothing is ever resolved without war. It is the way of the universe.

Isabel sends her brother a look that could boil him in oil if she had that particular paranormal talent. A thought hits me: maybe she has. It will be fun to find out.

Grief and passion make a volatile mix.

The price for Jarrod's freedom is to be my imprisonment.

I push throughthe wind to the north-facing window and stand before it. 'I will bring her back!' I shout into the darkness. I do this because I know Rhauk will be listening.

Blood trickles from my throat, on to Kate's white nightgown. She screams at the sight. 'Jarrod, you're bleeding!' 'I'm all right, don't struggle I won't let it get to you.

Not to know what happened before you were born is always to remain a child. For what is a man’s life if it is not linked with the life of future generations by memories of the past?

I won't show weakness here, but, damn it, tears don't mean I'm frail and pathetic, only that I'm unhappy.

Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.

Convictions are prisons.

No matter how good a driver you are, you have to have the right car and the right team behind you in order to succeed.

What the media misses is the amount of anger that's out there. Trump didn't create that.

In basic research, intellectual rigor and sentimental freedom necessarily alternate.

My dad is a Deadhead, my mom's a Jewish-American princess from Jersey.

The truth is that as soon as we are no longer obliged to earn our living, we no longer know what to do with our life and recklessly squander it.

Be aroused by poetry; structure yourself with propriety, refine yourself with music.

Nothing is here in this world that is of any interest at all.

it's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes-- I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible

I believe in what I do, and I'll say it.